It was supposed to be a study day. I was meant to go over to
Daniel's house so I could tutor him maths. Daniel was insanely
hot. The type you'd
Even so, I was very reluctant about this new proposition when my
teacher asked me to do her this favour. It took her a lot of
convincing, but at last- I gave in. A lot of my friends were
calling me crazy for almost letting this opportunity go by, "what
was wrong with me?" they asked. Truth is, nothing is wrong with
me. My ego is too high for my own good, but I knew I was
a good looker. My wavy blond hair highlighted my green eyes, but
none of them drew attention as much as much chest did. Or my thin
waist, or my round ass, or my long smooth legs. Guys fell all
over for me, when I walked past. Too bad my looks did not match
my personality. I am not your cheerleader type, a sorority chick
from Mean Girls who thinks she is top shit and owns the whole
school. My personality was a lot more subdued. With friends, I
was loud, crazy and funny. With hot guys? Not so much. I'm not a
virgin, but you'd be surprised just how little sex I had, what-
with my looks. If I wanted to, I could have had it every day, 6
times a day, but I had high standards and didn't sleep around. I
was one of them girls that needed to be "emotionally attached"
first. Which brings me to this new problem- Daniel. Who's a major
playboy of the school. Playboy towards girls and trouble maker
towards guys. Guy got in many fights, on a weekly basis. It was a
wonder he was still in school and not kicked out. He showed big
interest in me when he first came to school, a few months ago.
But, me being so coy and unavailable, he quickly transferred his
interest towards the more available girls, easy girls. I was
happy keeping my distance from him and he was happy keeping his
I hesitantly knocked on his door. An average house, in a shady
neighbourhood. What a surprise. He opened the door, his hard face
changing into one with a big smirk. He held the door open for me,
as he checked me out.
"Well, don't be shy Danford, I won't bite" his smirk widened.
"You can call me by my first name," I stepped past, giving him a
cold look "Jasmine."
"If you say so" he led me to his room. A desk stood positioned in
the far corner.
"W-we're going to be studying in your room?"
"You really came here to study?"
"What else would I be here for?"
Once again, his eyes scanned my body, lingering longest on my
chest. I started regretting wearing such a short skirt. The shirt
was actually decent, but it didn't help that my tits were such a
big size. I pretended that I didn't notice him looking and then,
to clear the awkward silence, asked:
"Where are your parents?"
"I live alone".
"Oh" I glanced uneasily around.
"What are you so scared of?" He asked, with one of his smirks.
Damn it, why was just one smirk turning me on so much?
"Nothing, of course. Where are your books?" With a sigh, Daniel
approached me. Or, rather, the book shelf next to me. He wasn't
in my personal space, but still closer than I was used to. From
this distance, I could smell the scent of his cologne. It was a
fresh, pine smell,
mixed with something else as well. It almost made me swoon.
Relax, Jasmine. Calm the fuck down. You don't even like the guy.
He's a bad boy, you don't mix with his likes. This is just maths,
you can do this. Yet, even with that reasoning, I couldn't help
but take his features in. His messy black hair, his blue eyes,
long dark eye lashes. The
golden chain he always wore, his current tight black tee-shirt,
which highlighted his muscles, his dark, tight jeans...
"Can't keep your eyes away, can you?" He asked, without looking
at me. I blushed and turned away.
"Nothing that special" I muttered under my breath. He stopped
what he was doing and turned to me. He took a step forward, so he
was inches from my face. I backed into the wall, but he stepped
forward again. I was cornered.
"Nothing that special, you say? You've never seen anyone
like me. You've never even dreamed of anyone
like me." He placed his hand on the wall, right next to my face.
"I am more special than you could handle, which is why you always
kept your distance. Very smart of you too, seeing as it's true.
Even someone like you can't have everyone."
For some reason, this infuriated me. With the need to defend my
honour, I said:
"I can't handle you? Any chick can handle you. I'm keeping my
distance just to prove you that you can't have everyone you
want," This time I leaned towards him "You never had me and you
never will have me."
I think that's what done it. The challenge in my voice or perhaps
the words themselves had him close that gap between us and before
I knew what was happening- he was kissing me. He drew my body
towards him, so we were pressed against each other. I tried to
break away from him, but his hold was too tight and the kiss was
too powerful to draw away from. Damn was he strong.
Against my better judgement, and much to my own horror, my lips
hungrily responded back. He took that as a sign, lifted me off
the ground without breaking the kiss, crossed the distance to the
bed, and threw me on it. That's when my senses snapped back to
"What are you doing?! No! This isn't going to happen!!" I tried
to get off the bed, but he jumped on and pinned my arms.
"This is where you are going to find out your place in the world,
little miss perfect. Most importantly, where you stand in
comparison to me. You have messed with the wrong person." there
was a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. A look, which frightened me
and turned me on at the same time. My traitorous body spasmed
under me, begging for him to take me. Thank god my brain still
had some sort of logic in it.
"Let me go, damn it! I'm not one of your easy girls! I'm not
having sex with you!"
He just smiled one of his darker smiles at me and held my both
wrists with one hand, above my head. His other hand, travelled
around my body. Right now, cupping my breasts and doing
unimaginable pleasures to them. Once again, I had to fight
against that feeling.
"No..." my voice came out weak, half-hearted and his smile
"This is going to happen whether you like it or not. There's
no-one at the house, no-one to come to your help." His hand
played with the buttons on my shirt, unbuttoning one at a time.
Understanding hit me- we really were alone. No-one to come to my
aid. The only one that could stop this was him, so- even though
it killed my pride, I decided to plead with him.
"Please, stop..." half-hearted again. "Daniel..." Damn it.
"Please, stop this. I don't want to, please-" I think my pleading
ended up turning both of us on. This time, he released
my arms, to rip my shirt wide open and tear it off me. I
struggled with him, trying to get up, but he just pushed me back
down. He brought his head to my neck, kissing gently, but firmly.
I gave a yelp of excitement when he bit me. He looked up at me
and smiled, realising one of my turn on spots. He bit my neck
again and I tried to push him off me.
"You really going to be difficult? Fine-" He got up, drawing a
scarf of some sort from a wardrobe. I used this momentum to hop
off the bed and run to the door, but he was right behind me.
"I see you like playing games" he said, as he bound my hands
behind my back with the scarf. The material held, when I tried to
budge it, much to my own horror. Daniel, once again, threw me on
the bed and resumed on my neck.
"Why is it that you can turn me on just with one word?" He got in
between kisses. He bit my neck, then repeatedly did the same as
progressed along to my arm. Each time he did, shivers went down
my spine and to my girly area. His hands unclasped my bra and he
massaged each breast with his hand. His mouth found my breasts as
well and he licked and sucked on every inch, not just the
nipples. He soon found another one of my turn on spots, under my
breast. He gave a dark chuckle as I gasped at what he was doing.
His arms trailed along my stomach and sides. I giggled, because I
had very sensitive skin and was ticklish. Daniel soon learned
that it was another turn on spot for me. Either every girl really
was the same or he was just damn intuitive about me. His mouth
trailed kisses around my stomach and his hands now explored my
legs. Going up and down on the sides of my thighs, first outside,
and then the insides.
"You realise that I have all day to do this? I'm going to be
playing with you all fucking day, in whichever way I want."
"I don't want to have sex..." I said, but was immediately shut up
by his mouth on mine. Once again, I responded. We were making out
for what felt like forever, while he explored the rest of my
"Just M15+ stuff, then..." His mouth found mine once more and his
hand slipped between my legs. He drew my underwear to the side
and slid his index finger deep inside me. I wanted to cry out and
moan and convulse under him all at the same time, but of course,
his mouth held mine and there was nothing I could do, except arch
my back under him. He finally separated his mouth from mine. His
finger explored the inside on my clit, while another stimmulated
"I don't want to have sex." I repeated.
"We won't, it's just fingers."
"I mean it."
"Okay" he winked at me.
"Just one finger..."
"Loud and clear."
But he still put a second in, and a third. I gasped.
"It's just a few fingers, no harm done." He began thrusting in
and out, at a slow speed.
"Just don't go too fast, please." At first he didn't, but then he
accelerated and was smashing my wet clit as fast as he could. I
moaned at the pleasure, not wanting to give in.
He stopped, just as I was reaching my peak. I hoped that this
little game of dominance was over, but he just pulled my skirt
and underwear off. And then began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing? You promised me you won't-"
"I just want to have a feel, I'm not going to enter you." When he
took his pants and underpants off- he trailed his dick along my
wet clit, just that rubbing driving me wild. I was just starting
to relax, thinking he'd keep his word this time, when he thrust
his dick inside of me. I wasn't a virgin, so it didn't hurt, but
the sensation still overwhelmed me in intensity.
"Just a couple of thrusts, I won't go fast. I'm just curious
about what it would feel like with you." I kept my mouth shut and
he pressed himself deeper into me. He entered me and drew back,
entered and drew back, at the slowest and most torturous of
speeds. But his thrusting soon gained speed and power. He was
thrusting into me with all his force and I gave a yelp of
"No, don't- I'm not ready for this-"
He didn't say anything and didn't stop.
He just went faster. This time, it was all I could do. My hands
were tightly bound behind my back and I was a complete victim to
him and his dick. He kept going and going and I was slowly
beginning to lose my mind. The pleasure was too much for me to
handle, I lost grasp of all reason and my moaning became loud.
The moaning seemed to have turned him on even more. He pushed as
far back inside of me as his huge dick would allow him and I
could tell, he was on the blink of orgasm as well. I've only done
this once before, but that time pales in comparison to what I am
experiencing now. And finally, I couldn't hold it any longer. My
final yell of euphoria, accompanied the most amazing sensation I
have ever felt, which lasted for what felt like half a minute.
"What did you do..." I moaned, as he drew himself out of me.
"Did you really think I wasn't going to fuck you when you were
already lying naked under me? How innocent are you?" He lowered
his head to my pussy and separated my legs.
Once again, I was helpless. His tongue licked me dry and entered
my depths. Then it found the tip of my clit and started licking
it too. His speed and the friction brought on another kind of an
orgasm, perhaps less intense than the deep thrusting, but just as
real. It was all I could do, not to scream out.
"Too much for you to handle?" He smirked.
I wanted to lie there, to be exhausted, but he made me sit up.
"I think it's time for your turn." He placed me on the floor, on
my knees and gave me his dick.
I sighed. "Untie my hands."
"Will you behave?" I nodded, so he did as I asked. Having my
hands free, gave me a better advantage on him. For some reason, I
wanted to please him just as much as he just pleased me. I didn't
want to seem like an inexperienced girl. I wanted to be just as
memorable to him as he now would be to me. So I placed my hands
on his dick and with a firm pressure and began going up and down,
in opposite directions. I then placed my mouth on him, first
licking his tip, then putting all of him in me. I went deep and
did the corkscrew trick on him, which earned me a moan of
pleasure. I went deep again, then licking him like he was made of
candy. He showed his keenness as he grasped my hair in his hands
and pushed me even deeper on him. I didn't resist. This time, I
gained speed. One of my hands played with his balls, with the
lightest of pleasures. It was his turn to reach his peak and he
rewarded me with his cum in my mouth. I swallowed it, without
even realising what it was. It was almost tasteless. I made eye
contact with him and this time- I smirked.
"Too much for you to handle?" I even gave him a wink.
We played all day, like he promised we would. No math work got
done, I got over being coy, we tried many positions and many
places around the house, not excluding the bathroom. It was
exciting for both of us, so much so that I wondered why the hell
we haven't been doing this all along.